The Guardian Marvel Novels & Stories

The guardian then went to where Vale was and released monkeys, snakes and bugs that began attacking her. “Ow, that hurt.” Said Vale, who stood wet, bruised and angry. She then powered up and released a huge blast of dark energy destroying the animals and injuring the guardian. The guardian then hit Vale with a mud slide then a land slide that buried Vale. While all this was going on Vale was also being attacked by scary, nasty an eerie monsters that inhabit the Doom dimension.

Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator. Marina yelled back. “You will see why I cower, Legarde.” She chanted a few words, a prayer of sorts to protect her old friend as she headed back to make the barrier. What was in that cave would stay in that cave until there was no guardian magic present.

- Hail the great Count Sanguinarius, Guardian of Justice. “Yes, Guardian of Justice, that’s why everyone is in trouble. I bet they're going to complain about eating from a bag. Sanguinarius… Bloody, and monsters. All." - Hail the great Noble Mortis, Guardian of all causes. “Especially if the cause represents the death of humans as if they were cattle.” - Hail the great Marques Dante, Guardian of answers. “The only answer I wanted was: why the hell are you still alive?” Vlad couldn't stop, but his face remained stoic.

A faint smile crossed his face. "Your mate nearly burned half the realm in the process." I laughed softly. "That sounds like Sol." "Unfortunately." The ancient guardian sighed dramatically. Then his expression became serious again. "There is something else." The warning immediately caught my attention. "What?" Order looked toward the door. As if making sure nobody else could hear. Then he spoke. "Marcus." I blinked. "What about him?" The guardian folded his arms. "He is dangerous." The statement surprised me. Not because Marcus wasn't dangerous.

Xal'dar called out, his voice trembling slightly despite his resolve. The figure turned, its head tilting slightly towards them. Two glowing orbs of light, seemingly filled with galaxies and ancient knowledge, pierced through the mist where its eyes should be. "I am the Guardian," the voice boomed. "And you have unleashed a force that threatens to unravel the very fabric of existence." Liam and Xal'dar exchanged a shocked glance. This unexpected arrival, this enigmatic Guardian, could it be their salvation? Or was this merely another piece in a game they didn't understand?

My throat hurt from running and from Jax howling far away through the sealed Oak. The tall woman answered, eyes on my neck, eyes full of fear and something like awe. “Guardian soothe is small mark, four lines, takes away pain of rejection. Guardian moon is when Guardian gives you piece of his own moon, his own life, to keep you alive when you should die. It is old magic. Older than Council. Guardians who give moon die if their White dies. They tie life together.” She looked at the old blind woman. “Baba, is that what Mara did? Did she take moon from her Guardian before she went south?”

It happened so fast it barely felt like the same person who'd been grinning two seconds earlier. "Guardians are a lot of things to a lot of people," he said, and the air around us seemed to thicken with the words. "To some, you're a power source. To others, a protector. And to a few—" the pause stretched, deliberate, "—you could be considered something closer to a god." His voice darkened on the last word. "You're unclaimed. Untethered. A living battery with no one guarding the outlet. If something like that gets its hands on you—" he paused again, gaze gone serious, "—it'll drain every last drop you have. Right up until there's nothing left to drain."

I asked. Legion shook his head, "no, Caleb is a guardian,” he replied as we came down the bleachers, "guardians don't have mates," he replied as we started to walk in the direction of the school building, "guardian? What's that and why don't they have mates?" "Guardians are born especially to protect. They are usually immune to magic and loyal to whom they need to protect. That would be much more complicated with a mate involved," he explained, my hand swinging in his.

she stops to looking at me bewildered. “I don’t pay attention to Lore.” I respond. She laughs at me. Even when she laughs, she is intimidating. I want so badly to allow myself to be impressed by her, but I hold it back. She has to have some ulterior motive. “You are a werewolf. You ARE lore.” she taps me in the forehead with her finger and then sighs. “Guardians are an elite group of people who are trained to be the best in every respect. We are the ultimate weapon and gift.”

I had gotten used to solving normal human problem’s,but never had I ever had to solve a paranormal problem,a guardian deals with odd cases. Mr Phenyo had made it clear before me and the other initiates signed a work contract to become guardians,he said that the position of a guardian or an agent was not simple,nor safe.He also emphasized that some of his former colleagues had to be admitted to a mental institution for mental health illness due to coming in contact with non human species. “You need to be prepared for anything. Don’t panic when you see odd looking creatures or any spiritual entities.You will be guardians”he stated.